Devotions of Your Keeper (Thoma X Fem Reader)

Sick With Worry

Synopsis: My take on the "caring for you when you're sick" genre. When Ayato wants to feed Thoma his latest concoction, you take the brunt of it for your boyfriend. Needless to say, it doesn't end well and Thoma ends up looking after you.

Theme(s): Fluff, Comfort.

Relationship: Dating

Trigger Warnings: Vomiting. Also, I don't like Ayato . . . 😅

Word Count: 2425

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Sick With Worry

"Okay!" Thoma sprinkled some seasoning into the simmering pot, popped a lid over and skipped over to you. "That's dinner underway! Should take a couple of hours- that gives us some plenty of time together, wouldn't you say?"

You nodded. Your stomach churned. Not at the thought of quality time. But more the thought of what you might do during the quality time. You slid your arms around your stomach. Oh Archons, the nausea was getting worse. You tried to smile as Thoma plopped down on the couch beside you and pulled you in for a cuddle.

"Oh wow, you're warm today!" he laughed. "So . . ." He smiled sweetly at you. "How about a movie?"

"Okay." You forced a nod. "What kind would you like?"

"Ahhhh, I got to pick last time. You choose."

You gulped back the nausea and tried to decide on a genre.

Horror? What if it scared the sick out of you? (or the other, even more embarrassing option?)

Romance? What if it got too mushy? You liked a good kissing scene but unlike making out with Thoma yourself, watching and hearing people make out was so gross . . . You struggled to fight a gag.

Comedy? Definitely not. If a joke was too funny or a scene was too gross, that could be a disaster.

"M'love? Are you okay?"

"Huh?" You glanced over, gulping when you saw the look on Thoma's face. "Ye- yeah, I'm fi- I'm alright." Your gurgling stomach said otherwise.

"You sure? You're very tensed up there."

"Really?" You haven't even noticed that you'd brough your knees and feet up, hunching over them, gripping onto your worsening stomach.

Thoma cocked his head. "Are you on your period?"

"No . . ." You didn't mind him asking. But you still winced, silently cursing yourself for not fibbing with him.

"Did something happen at work? No, you had today off, didn't you?"

You nodded shakily, feeling your cheeks starting to flush hotter. They were probably turning red because Thoma narrowed his eyes and reached up to gently feel your forehead. It made you notice the warm sweat beginning to form.

"M'love, you're really hot . . . Did you do a commission in Dragonspine?"

"No I didn't."

"Did you do one in Tatarasuna? I- I'm sorry for prying but you really don't look well."

"Th- Thoma, I'm alright, really I am," you lied. "Could we put on an action film or something?"

Thoma's face crumpled slightly. He really looked so worried. His hand slid down your forehead to caress your cheek.

"Sweetie, if you're feeling sick, you can just tell me."

No you couldn't. He'd been looking forward to this quality time all week. It was why you'd taken the day off. You didn't want to ruin it by worrying him more than he already was.